Hello Again

What is this woman

so soft of heart,

I knew from that moment

it was love at the start.

Her eyes are but portholes

into her soul,

revealing such secrets

from a deep dark hole.

Though we’ve only just met

we’ve sat here before,

at a much earlier time

on a far distant shore.

Each time we touch

my mind takes a spark,

it reaches so deep

to hit a sweet mark.

Surely I know her

a most sacred friend,

spanning the time

from beginning to end.

A Mother, a Sister…nae

surely a lover,

dear Father of time

from the past uncover.

With lips so soft

I start to remember,

a long time ago

when they felt so tender.

Gary R. Cramer

September 20, 1980